If you will let me have that prospectus of yours, Mr.
Blackrock, I'll take it up to my room and study it, and draw up a counter prospectus of my own." "With pleasure," said Mr.Blackrock, handing it over courteously, and Mr.Turner rose.
"I'll say this much, Sam," stated Mr.Westlake, who seemed to have grown more friendly as Mr.Princeman grew cooler; "if you can get a proposition upon which we are all agreed, I'll take fifty thousand of that stock myself, at fifty." "As a matter of fact, Mr.Turner," added Mr.Cuthbert, "including your friend Creamer, who insists upon being in, I imagine that we can finance your entire company right in this crowd--if the terms are right." "Nothing would give me greater pleasure, I'm sure," said Mr.Turner, and bowed himself away.
In place of going to his room, however, he went to the telegraph office, and wired his brother in New York: "How are you coming on with pulp company stock subscription ?" The telegraph office was in one corner of the post-office, which was also a souvenir room, with candy and cigar counters, and as he turned away from the telegraph desk he saw Princeman at the candy counter.
"No, I don't care for any of these," Princeman was saying.

"If you haven't maraschino chocolates I don't want any." Sam immediately stepped back to the telegraph desk and sent another wire to his brother: "Express fresh box maraschino chocolates to Miss Josephine Stevens Hollis Creek Inn enclose my card personal cards in upper right-hand pigeonhole my desk." Then he went up-stairs to get ready for lunch.

Immediately after luncheon he received the following wire from his brother: "Stock subscription rotten everybody likes scheme but object to our control but no hurry why don't you rest maraschinos shipped congratulate you.".